Dance the Dead

swirled thoughts in my brain
like twisting liquid
I find humor in the inconsistencies
of my own being
laugh at the way i seem repellent
and watch how the seams unravel to expose
a depth any brave two year old could conquer

depicting lyrics of a time when
the pretense of love was at least clouded with
words that hid double meanings of
you could mean something to me
but
you don't

i seem to span distances of
everything and too much
a gleaming capstone of
void in the flesh
that is my name

wicked games are played
when one puts it to soundtracks
and leaning souls
looking for dance partners
with two left feet
void of hope

monopoly and time

take a step
but watch it close
there are holes covered in words
and thoughts covered in crafty games

take a look
but don't be blind
to what's going inside you
it speaks clearly
if you take the visions out of your eyes

take a dare to touch
but make sure the touch is
touching you
watch the way the hand curves over your hips
they my be tracing someone else's

if your time seems to be
wound up in expectations
and your time in between
in silence
even when words are bring spoken

don't trip
because monopoly ends
when the the winner has won
it's only a matter of time

tangled-up and free

i feel it again
the knot at the tip of my tongue
I'm missing the right angles that make it possible
for me to be free of this mess I've made

silly little girl
listening to the folds between someone elses knowledge
left wandering
lest I be still to long to make footprints in my own tears

I can feel the tension between
the thoughts that wish and the reality of this thing I have created
I can see the more I pull
the stronger the pain

I close my eyes
and ask my spirit to kiss me quick
cause I have never been this afraid of myself
dark nights and darker days
have different melodies
when they are played over hopes that fizzle

don't touch my heart
it's nappy
tightly curled in on itself
and there is no one with the right fingers to run through it